Things returned to normal, but that's as normal as it can be, with the rogue Alpha still in the pack.
This evening is when he was supposed to leave. But so far, no one has seen the Alpha, nor heard anything from his pack. Not so much as a noise.
It was as if they decided to silently leave without being forced to do so, or they are in hiding, waiting for everyone to forget about them before they make an appearance.
"I'm thinking of merging our packs," Fern sat on the opposite cushion and faced me.
"Why? What's wrong with having them separated? Moreover, aren't you guys rogues? Why will you have a pack join you? Are you planning on changing to normal wolves?"
"I think it's time for me to officially settle down. With you by my side, we can be able to peacefully rule the pack."
"You think it's as easy as that? What if our people start revolting? Do you think you can handle something of that sort?"